Chapter 829: Paintings in the Golden Building

Zhu Feng had said before that today's situation was something he had deliberately created. After all, there were two strong powers in the country of Dian before, or three strong powers - but Monk and Arslan joined forces to deal with Ashig.

And now, Ashiq is dead.

His power will definitely be taken over by someone.

Zhu Feng can return the people of Yihuatang to Arslan, and some forces in the country will inevitably be taken away by Monk. The power of Monk and Arslan will be greatly increased respectively. In this way, it seems that they are the only two strong ones left in the country.

Two powers... rarely get along peacefully, they always fight.

However, Nan Yan was still a little hesitant: "Your Majesty, will Monk and Arslan really fight each other?"

Zhu Feng said calmly, "This is the mentality of an emperor."

“…”

"Monk is keeping a low profile and it's impossible for him to foster another 'Ashig', and Arslan is not someone who can stay under someone else's command for long."

“…”

"It's only a matter of time before the two of them fight."

“…”

"But not now."

"Why?"

"We just dealt with Ashiger. Although two people have taken over his power, everything is still unstable. They need to digest these forces. For example, there must be people in Yihuatang who are dissatisfied with Arslan. He has to appease these people. The same goes for Monk."

Nan Yan nodded. It was rare that Zhu Feng could see through these things at a glance.

Sure enough, the emperor is different.

He went on to say, "Waging a war rashly will only destroy everything we have achieved. After all, war means death, and no one wants their own people to die."

“…”

"and--"

"What?"

"They are also afraid that I will take advantage of this opportunity and sneak in."

"What about the Emperor?"

"I?" Zhu Feng thought for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Although it seems like taking advantage of the situation at this time is a good thing, it may not be truly good. I still have a lot of things to do, and this is not the time to declare war on the Neng Kingdom."

As he spoke, his eyes grew colder.

"If we really want to go to war with the Neng Kingdom, it will be a major war."

Nan Yan suddenly shuddered.

Of course she understood.

Although he had been to the battlefield with Zhu Feng before, in the battles of the Yue border and Beiping, those were just minor skirmishes. If the Neng Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom really went to war, the scene would definitely not be what he could imagine.

Just like back then, when Emperor Gao expelled the Kingdom of Dian from the Central Plains, there was war everywhere and the people were living in misery.

Thinking of that situation, Nan Yan couldn't help but feel a little heavy-hearted.

After all, war is not a good thing.

Zhu Feng looked at her: "What are you thinking about?"

"No, nothing."

"Hurry up and eat."

"Why."

After the two of them finished breakfast, Zhu Feng naturally went to take care of his business.

After being brought back home after having his fill of milk, little Anping was full of energy and kept tossing and turning in Nan Yan's arms. Nan Yan smiled and said, "Why are you so energetic? If so, then come out for a walk with your mother."

It just so happens that the weather is nice today.

She carried little Anping and took Ran Xiaoyu out of Yishou Hall, and soon they arrived at the garden.

Faintly, some new green can be seen on the treetops.

This is the good thing about the north. Although it is covered with ice and snow in winter, it warms up quickly once spring comes. After several days of good weather, a lot of tender leaves have grown on the previously bare branches.

Although the number is small, seeing such fresh green makes people feel happy.

However, the garden is not so quiet today.

There was a lot of noise in the golden building in front.

Nan Yan carried little Anping for a while and her arms felt a little sore. She handed the child to Ran Xiaoyu and walked over to take a look. It turned out that some servants had climbed up to the golden building and opened the doors and windows to clean.

At this time, the ground had just been cleaned and there was still a little moisture left on it. The cool feeling made people feel very peaceful.

He watched those people come out, and then said to Wu Yingqiu who was standing outside the building: "Duke, everything has been cleaned up."

Wu Yingqiu put his hands behind his back and nodded.

He looked up at the upstairs and said, "Are all the locks locked?"

"Yes."

"Very good, go down."

Those people retreated one after another.

Wu Yingqiu was about to leave when he heard little Anping making an unconscious gurgling sound. He turned around and hurried over to greet her: "This old minister greets the Imperial Concubine, Her Royal Highness Princess Anping."

Nan Yan said, "Duke, please stand up."

Wu Yingqiu stood up and took another look at Princess Anping in Ran Xiaoyu's arms.

The relief in his heart increased a little at this time, but on his face was a smile that was almost loving, and he said: "The little princess is really beautiful, so cute."

"Thank you for the compliment, Duke."

Nan Yan was not stupid, of course she knew that his praise was not sincere at all. She was probably more relieved that the prince she gave birth to was stillborn.

She only looked up at Jinlou: "What was the Duke doing just now?"

"Oh, someone broke into the Golden Building a few days ago and stole something. Today, I had the building cleaned up and the locks on the third floor changed."

“That’s what I should do.”

Nan Yan nodded and said, "Well, I heard that the box——"

“It’s already been taken out.”

“…”

"The Emperor is trying to find a way to open the box, so there's no need to lock it up on the third floor anymore."

"That's fine."

Nan Yan nodded and looked up again. Wu Yingqiu smiled and said, "Does the Imperial Concubine want to go up and take a look?"

Nan Yan said, "Come to think of it, I haven't seen what this building looks like during the day."

"If Your Majesty wants to see it, I can accompany you up there."

"Then I'll trouble you, Duke."

"I dare not."

Wu Yingqiu made a gesture to her, and then Nan Yan took Ran Xiaoyu and the little Anping who was constantly tossing and turning in her arms, and slowly walked into the golden building.

There is naturally nothing to see on the first floor.

Climb the stairs and go directly to the second floor.

The last time I came here, I was with Zhu Feng. It was already dark and I only had a lantern in my hand, so I could only see a rough idea. Now that the doors and windows are open and the light on the second floor is bright, I can see this open pavilion clearly.

Sure enough, there were many treasure pavilions placed around, with some precious antiques placed on them.

There are also some famous paintings hanging on the wall.

Nan Yan saw one of them at a glance.

The words around were almost all paintings by famous artists, but this one painting didn't seem to be the work of a famous artist, nor was it a landscape with a profound artistic conception, but rather a painting of a scene.

A group of people, about seven or eight, were sitting in front of the hall.

Like a very formal occasion.

Looking at everyone in the painting, they are all sitting upright, dressed neatly, as if they are discussing something.

Unfortunately, because it is not the work of a famous artist, there is no seal, no inscription, only a lonely painting.